Thank you, Megan. That first floor has always enchanted me, as student and as teacher. Across the top of the wrought-iron gate is this line from Robert Bridges' "Ode to Eaton College": "Here is eternal spring; for you the very stars of heaven are new."
Dear, Dear Laura B.... I am no longer on social media (FB or otherwise) and I'm so very, very glad you cross posted this. It is good to "hear" your voice, friend. And the photos are stunning!
That cathedral pic is as beautiful as your writing here today, Laura.
Thank you, Megan. That first floor has always enchanted me, as student and as teacher. Across the top of the wrought-iron gate is this line from Robert Bridges' "Ode to Eaton College": "Here is eternal spring; for you the very stars of heaven are new."
"Someone else's perfume in a doorway, like passing through an invisible hippie bead curtain."
Classic you. Which I love. :)
Dear, Dear Laura B.... I am no longer on social media (FB or otherwise) and I'm so very, very glad you cross posted this. It is good to "hear" your voice, friend. And the photos are stunning!
I loved this so much. Your writing is so sensory and beautiful. It reminded me of the food-writing class you taught several years ago.
Dear Laura, belated yet brimming-over thanks for this spirited verbal smorgasbord, arrayed like a feast!—my every sense freshly awakened . . .